i feel a shiver through the curtain
there's silver tracery on the pane
and all i think i know for certain
is somehow
some way
the light will come again
now the yellow moon is staring
like a lantern through the trees
and i have reached the point of daring
to love you
love you -
my restless heart at ease
i'll pull the covers up around my shoulders
feed the fire with my fading fears
some winter stories foretell a storm
some winter stories can make you warm
there's a chapter in the embers
and a chapter in the frost
and what the healing night remembers
is mostly what i've won
not what i have lost
so i'll pull the covers up around my shoulders
and feed the fire with my fading fears
some winter stories foretell a storm
some winter stories can keep you warm
one last flicker of old sorrow
one last page to turn
and then
i'll tell a newborn tale tomorrow
of winter stories -
how the light has come again